WEEK 11 - TRIAL

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (11)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (13) survivors At 9 AM, a klaxon alarm begins blaring in every area of the ship. The alarm will continue to go off until everyone has gathered in the conference room. Should anyone be running late or avoiding the trial for whatever reason, a robot guide will appear wherever they are and gently but firmly escort them into the room. Once all the living players are present, the conference room doors will lock shut; anyone who wishes to leave for whatever reason will need to ask AL-2955 or one of the robots. Anyone leaving for non-investigative purposes, such as bathroom breaks, will be accompanied by a robot escort. The large round table in the center of the conference room has been set up to help the trial run as smoothly as possible. Three holographic screens hover above the center hollow of the table, visible from every angle. The first screen displays the pictures and profiles of the suspects and victim; the second displays the autopsy report; the third displays a blank word processor. Each of the chairs comes equipped with a virtual keyboard which can be used to type information directly into the third screen, such as theories and updated information; they can also be set into privacy mode, which will transfer whatever notes someone writes directly into their datapad instead of on screen. There's also a tablet function for those who wish to draw charts or pictures on screen. The keyboards will detect the DNA of whoever's using them and record who's typed what - simply press an area of text and the name of whoever wrote it will pop up. The area to the right of the table has been temporarily sectioned off with a glass partition and sliding door for hygienic issues. Inside, the victim's body has been laid out on a metal autopsy table, covered by a plastic sheet. Above it is a holographic screen that displays a close-up color photograph of the body when it was found. A hand sanitizer dispenser has been considerately attached to the wall nearby for anyone getting up close and personal to the body. To the left of the conference table is a display case. Any evidence found during the investigation will be carefully collected by the robots at some point the previous day and placed here before the trial starts. Beneath each piece of evidence is a small tablet where players can type up information, such as a short description or where it was found. There are also empty areas left over for any evidence that may be found during the trial. The shelf at the very bottom of the case has been reserved for an extra rulebook in case anyone needs it. Food will be served throughout the day by the robots, who will take individual orders whenever you're feeling hungry. The trial will end at 9:00 PM, at which point all players will have been expected to cast their vote.

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[bloodteller]

You? No way! Everyone who votes for you has no reason to worry, either. I'll make it quick for them.

[ YUNO? ]

[douchemag]

[YU...NO...? See, if he was actually a good person, this would be the part where he tells her no of course she can't do that!! That's terrible!!

But because he's an asshole, he just stares at her for a moment before he bursts into helpless but genuine laughter. There's no mocking edge to it here, even though he's well aware that killing anyone who votes for him would still do absolutely nothing to prevent his own execution. It's just the sound of someone who's just heard a hilarious joke - because that's what this is, after all. It's not like he hasn't been seriously just killing enough people so they can't even hold anymore trials at this point, so hearing someone else say it over his sake strikes him as absolutely hysterical.

And then, caught in a moment of weakness from the first break he's had from being furious about this situation all day, he reaches over and affectionately ruffles her hair. SOMEONE KILL HIM NOW BEFORE HE REALIZES WHAT HE'S DOING END HIS SUFFERING]

[bloodteller]

[ the laughter actually brightens things up, in her opinion. he's very likely a dead man walking, but yuno doesn't want that to be true. so she takes the laughter as indication that maybe judar believes she's capable of keeping him alive, and the affectionate gesture is enough to seal the deal.

she's going to keep judar alive, she just will.

but first, she throws her arms around him in a hug.

IT FUCKING HURTS BECAUSE CHEMICAL BURNS BUT IT'S WORTH IT!! ]

[douchemag]

[NO WHAT THE FUCk even if this wasn't incredibly painful thanks to the whole recent bullet wound thing, he'd still be shoving her off. Get these emotions away from him.]

Okay, that's enough! Don't get all gross and sappy on me now, I'm not even dead yet.

[bloodteller]

[ why are these injured teens doing painful things

she lets herself get pushed back, though. ]

You're not going to die at all! I'm not letting you!

[douchemag]

I said yet, didn't I?

[Propping his chin on his hand.] Maybe we can just destroy all the datapads. Or attack everyone until the last aliens pop out, I've been itching for a decent fight anyway.

[he'll fucking do it? judar the war hero everyone]

[bloodteller]

[ yuno immediately rips the datapad off her arm and throws it? to the ground?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND... ]

If it'll keep you alive, then I'll do it.

[ of course, space technology is a lot more durable so the datapad is fine, but still. ]

[socloverit]

[leaning back in her chair on Judar's other side:] Do you think it's laser-proof?

[oh my god]

[bloodteller]

[ thats actually kind of hilarious clover oh my god

but probably worse is her answer?? ]

You don't need to have a laser proof knife as long as you know how to move or wield it.

[ save the ship ]

[socloverit]

No, I mean the datapad. [LIKE THIS SEEMS LIKE A SOLID STRATEGY SHE'LL BREAK ALL THE DATAPADS?????]

[bloodteller]

[ give her a second, and then she'll? pick up???? datapad??

and leave it on the table??? ]

I don't really need it anyway. Try it.

[socloverit]

[okay well this is an inconvenient place to do this so first she stands up, tries leveling the scythe, gives up, picks the datapad up, takes a few steps back

throws it in the air

tries to fucking slice it in half while it's falling

oh my god]

[al2955]

[ I can hardly believe this is a real mod tag I am writing but as it turns out, the scythe only leaves behind a scratch before it ricochets back. Hope everyone is dodging? This is some Nintendo 64 bullshit. ]

[bloodteller]

...New plan.

[ as she takes a step to the side. to. avoid the scythe. lord. ]

Let's chop some fuckin' heads off when the votes go public.

[socloverit]

[Clover has surprisingly decent control over the scythe but YEAH GOOD JOB BACKING UP YUNO she's just. staring. flabbergasted. that's not how lasers work

but she stands the scythe up next to her and definitely does not look even half as concerned as a person should about the thing Yuno just said???]

Yeah, all right.

[NO????????]

[bloodteller]

[ there's a moment where yuno is like "huh, i didnt realize we'd have the same ideas" and smiles, lightly, but that's ignored because: ]

Hey, just. Stay away from Dave. He won't vote for Judar, anyway.

[ i cant believe this is the friendship that the pygmalion needed to #getshitdone ]

[socloverit]

[The look she gives isn't really a smile but it's definitely an almost-friendly affirmation.]

Didn't think he would.

[PURGE THE SHIP]